Unforgettable Night: A What He Lost, What He Found Timestamp
Description: Y/N and Dean are getting married, but what does she Discover a week before they tie the knot?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut and Fluff
Word Count: 2315
SPN Dean Bingo: Free Space
Beta: @wonder-cole
A/N: This is fic also a part of @jensengirl83's Return From Hiatus Challenge. Uses Bob Seger's Song: Night Moves.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
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Y/N sat on the couch as she looked at the sonogram in her hands. The sounds of Miracle and Ozzy’s puppies barking in the background had her smiling. They were surprised by their new litter. The six puppies are still too young to be away from their mother. Sam and Eileen would have to wait for the puppies to be older. But it didn’t stop them from visiting their future babies.
Babies, it got her looking back at the sonogram in her hand.
It was a small bean, but the doctor had shown her the small flashing light and the sound of the baby’s heart. A baby, and in just one week, she was going to re-marry Dean. And she knew exactly when it had happened.
Two months and two weeks ago
Y/N was waiting for Dean to come back home. It was their first night in the new house. Both Miracle and Ozzy were snuggling up on their beds as Y/N had been finishing up dinner. Dean had gotten the job he applied for, and Y/N hoped to make his first day special with his favorite meal.
Y/N had spent the day slow cooking a pork leg in the oven, ensuring the skin would be nice and crisp while the meat was juicy and tender. She prepared a salad with Romaine lettuce and tomatoes, white rice, black beans, and crispy plantain chips.
Y/N noticed that Miracle had changed a bit. The terrier-mix seemed to be low of energy as of late, something that Y/N had seen. Not to mention, some of Dean’s clothing had started to go missing.
“You okay, Boy?” Y/N walked over to Miracle and gave them a gentle scratch behind the ear.
“Daddy’s home!” Dean shouted as he opened the door, “Oh my god, it smells good in---” he paused and looked over at Y/N, who was kneeling by Miracle. “Hey, everything okay?”
“I’m not sure,” Y/N sighed, “I just noticed they’ve been a bit tired as of late.”
“I’m sure it’s just a small bug,” Dean waved off, “I’ll look up some doggy remedies and see if that helps. Where’s Oz?”
“He is around here--” Y/N was interrupted by a dog bark and Ozzy, their other terrier mix padding towards them. “There he is,” Y/N giggled.
“Now, come here,” Dean said, helping Y/N up before lifting her in his arms. “You did not have to go through all this trouble for little ole me.”
“Well, I just wanted your first day to end special,” she let out, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips.
After dinner, Dean had told her all about his routine at work. She smiled at how happy he looked. The couple worked together to clean up the dishes, Y/N going so far as to prepare a pulled pork sandwich from the leftovers for Dean.
“Make sure you put extra sauce for me, please?” Dean asked as he kissed her neck, “that sauce is delicious.”
“Okay, okay,” Y/N giggled before letting out a soft hum as Dean continued to kiss her neck, sucking on the sweet spot he knew would get her in the mood, “Extra garlic mojo (moho) sauce for the meat man.”
Once everything was put away, Y/N noticed Dean had poured her a glass of her favorite wine as he sipped on his beer. His back was turned away from her as he played around the entertainment center. She smiled at the sounds of Bob Seger coming out of the speakers.
“Let’s dance,” Dean said as he took her hand in his, pulling her to the rhythm of the music.
“Dean Winchester, dancing voluntarily? Hell must have frozen over,” Y/N teased.
“I only dance with you, here in the very seclusion and secrecy of our home,” Dean pointed out, “beside’s always love dancing with you, Spitfire.”
“Love dancing with you too, Meat Man,” Y/N whispered in his ear as they danced.
It wasn’t until Dean had pulled her up to the table did she recognize the song playing in the background.
I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants, points hardly renowned
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own, sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
“Really?” She chuckled.
“Yes,” Dean chuckled with her, “really. Now hush woman, and let Seger serenade us into a very romantic evening.”
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Dean and Y/N began making out as Dean held on to her hips, Y/N legs wrapped around his. Her fingers began to play with the short hairs on the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Lips moved along her jaw, down to her neck before his hands moved to remove her shirt and bra.
Every kiss set Y/N’s skin on fire as he proceeded to remove the shorts she was wearing, taking her underwear along with them.
“Dean, you realize we eat at this table, right?” she giggled.
“And? I’m having dessert right now. I say I’m using it properly,” he chuckled, winking up at her before gently pushing her down and opening her legs.
Dean’s face was level with her dripping heat as he knelt on the floor. He licked his lips before shifting his face to place soft sensual kisses from her left knee, up her thigh, skipping over her waiting mound, and down the other leg. The anticipation had Y/N’s walls clenching around nothing and letting out a soft whine as Dean gently nudged his nose against her clit before looking up at her to give her another wink. His tongue flattened against her lips before following the long strip, lips suckling around the sensitive nub. Y/N let out a slight hiss as Dean began to suck and slurp in her slick channel, his tongue fucking her in ways she’d always loved.
“Fuck,” she whined as Dean’s thumb began circling her clit.
Never relenting, the man continued to eat Y/N out like a man starved. One hand held her thighs open while his mouth worked its magic on her. The coil in her abdomen tightened as he continued his ministrations, his fingers now working her open, curling into the soft spongy spot, making her legs quake. Her hips bucked up against his face, hands reaching out to grab at his hair. The way her nails raked against his scalp made him moan and his cock strain against the confines of his own clothing.
Y/N let out moans and whines as Dean brought her to the edge before holding back. Arching her back and pressing his face against her crotch to feel more friction, only for Dean to pull back and nip at her thigh.
Workin' on our night moves
Tryna make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
Mhmm
In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love, oh no far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky, or summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
“Be a good girl and let me work, Spitfire,” he teased.
Y/N laid back with a slight whine as Dean continued to work, his mouth working her over again until her whole body quaked with orgasmic bliss. Her fingers gripped at the short strands of his hair as Dean suckled furiously on her clit, fingers pressing that spongy spot as she gushed all over him.
Dean pulled back once he helped her ride out her high, licking his lips at the sight of her dripping wet pussy.
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley, or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me, but neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryna lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
Mhmm
And it was summertime
Mhmm
Sweet summertime, summertime
“That was a very delicious dessert,” he said, moving his way up to kiss her fervently, “fucking love your pie.”
“Need you to fuck me,” she muttered against his lips, hands moving to his pants as she helped him unbuckle his belt.
Dean shed his clothing, climbing onto their wooden table to line himself up with Y/N. The tip teasing her entrance, making her wiggle her hips. Using one arm to hold himself up, he used the other to guide his cock into her. The feel of her walls swallowing him up made him groan as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, bringing his head down to kiss her.
As their lips molded into one another, tongues swirling, he began to move his hips in time with hers. Slow and sensual, he moved inside her, pussy getting wetter and wetter with each thrust, his pelvis rubbing at her clit in just the right places while his cock filled her. Y/N’s nails raked against his back, leaving delicious marks he loved.
And oh, I wonder
I felt the lightning, yeah
And I waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off, I sat and wondered
Started hummin' a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closin' in
Night moves
(Night moves) Night moves
(Night moves) Yeah
(Night moves) I remember
(Night moves) I sure, remember the night moves
“Shit,” he breathed, moving his head to place it on the crook of her neck as he continued his thrusts into her.
Her walls fluttered around him as Y/N’s orgasm began to build again. The two lovers enjoyed the moment, wrapped in each other’s arms as the table moved with their body’s movements.
“Wanna cum,” Y/N gasped as Dean began to quicken his pace.
“Come on,” Dean urged, “cum for me, Spitfire.”
Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream as a low mewl left her, walls fluttering around his cock as the coil in her snapped. Her thighs shook with the force of the orgasm, but she knew Dean wasn’t done as he lifted up and balanced himself on one arm, the other holding her leg up over his shoulder. Working the new angle as he hit at her g-spot, making her shudder.
“One more, Baby,” he urged again, “want one more before I fill you up. Think you can do that?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, snaking her hand between them as she played with her clit.
Fingers circled the little nub, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Dean began thrusting his hips, slowly ramping up the speed as to not hurt Y/N. He wanted to bring her to another high before he finished off. He loved making her cum more than once. Loved seeing her come undone under him.
Dean thanked the universe that she was there to save him from the rebar being impaled on his back. Thanked Jack and Cas for bringing her back into his life. His missing puzzle piece.
Y/N looked up at Dean, using her free hand to caress his stubbled cheek and jaw. Making sure his eyes bore into hers, giving him a silent declaration of love. She could see it in his eyes when he smiled. He got the message. Moving her hand away from him, she propped herself up on her elbow to bring her forehead to his. Their breaths mingled as he continued to thrust into her. Y/N holding off on her orgasm, trying to savor the moment.
(Night moves) Ain't it funny how you remember?
(Night moves) Funny how you remember
(Night moves) And I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember
(Night moves) Oh, oh, woah
(Night moves) And we were workin'
Workin' and practicin' (Night moves)
Workin' and practicin'
(Night moves) All of the night moves
Night moves (Night moves)
“Fuck,” Dean moaned, “love you, Y/N. Been loving you for so long, Spitfire.”
“Love you too, Meat Man,” she returned, moving her head slightly to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re my everything, Dean.”
“You’re mine,” Dean returned, hips sputtering slightly as his orgasm neared. “Don’t think I can hold it, Baby. You gotta cum.”
“Together,” Y/N breathed, Moving her hand away from her clit to change her angle, letting his pelvis press against her as she lifted her body. “Shit,” she mewled, the new angle making her breath quicken.
Dean let out one last grunt as he spilled his seed deep into her womb. His body was spent and tired. But he knew better than to keep them on the table. He pulled out of her, making her whine at the loss of his cock inside her. Picking her up in his arms, He carried her off to their shared bedroom, where he tucked her in. He would clean up the dining room in the morning. For now, Dean would cuddle up to her as sleep welcomed them.
Oh (Night moves) I remember
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Night moves) I remember
Ooh (Night moves) I remember
Lord I remember, Lord I remember (Night moves)
Oh
Ooh, ooh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I remember, I remember
Present
Y/N heard the familiar jingle of the keys on the door. Taking the sonogram picture, she hid it in her purse and made her way to greet him. Dean definitely had the night moves to put a baby in her, and she couldn’t wait until their wedding day to tell him.
Pilot: three siblings are trained to fight the supernatural by their father, who aims to hunt down the thing that killed his wife.
Wendigo: Sam, Dean and Ellie follow the coordinates in their father’s journal and land in Colorado where they investigate the disappearance of several campers.
Dead In The Water: in a small town in Wisconsin, Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a series of mysterious drownings officially explained as suicides.
Phantom Traveler: on United Britannia flight 2485, a man possessed by the spirit of the Phantom Traveler causes the plane to crash, leaving only seven survivors.
Bloody Mary: several high schoolers dare their friend to look into a mirror and repeat a chant, not knowing that this will unleash a series of mysterious murders.
Skin: Sam, Dean and Ellie help Sam’s old college buddy after he is accused of a murder he didn’t commit.
Hook Man: in a small town in Iowa, Sam, Dean and Ellie encounter the infamous “Hook Man,” a spirit who kills his victims with a shiny hook that serves as his hand.
Bugs: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a town’s history and find that a new housing development is being built on sacred Native American land.
Home: Sam is haunted by a vision of a woman trapped in the brothers’ childhood home and convinces a reluctant Dean that they need to go back there.
Asylum: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate an abandoned sanitarium and discover the patients had revolted against the cruel punishments inflicted by the head doctor.
Scarecrow: Sam, Dean and Ellie finally make contact with their father, but he tells them to stop looking for him and sends them on another ghost-hunting job.
Faith: while battling a monster, Dean is electrocuted, resulting in permanent damage to his heart and leaving him with only a couple of months to live.
Route 666: Dean is contacted by his first love, Cassie, a girl who asks him to come to Mississippi to investigate a string of racially motivated murders.
Nightmare: Sam has a premonition in which a man is killed, but the murder is made to look like a suicide.
The Benders: Sam, Dean and Ellie head to Minnesota, where a young boy witnesses a man vanishing into thin air.
Shadow: while investigating a mysterious death in Chicago, Sam, Dean and Ellie run into Meg, who is thrilled to see Sam again.
Hell House: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a house haunted by the ghost of a man who killed his six daughters during the 1930s.
Something Wicked: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a small town in Wisconsin where children are falling into comas for no reason.
Provenance: a young husband and wife are killed in their homes shortly after buying an antique painting of a family portrait from around 1910.
Dead Man’s Blood: after a vampire hunter who was John’s mentor is murdered, Sam, Dean and Ellie are surprised when John himself shows up to solve the case.
Salvation: after Sam has a vision of a family being attacked, the siblings and their father head to Salvation, Iowa, to save the family in Sam’s dream.
Devil’s Trap: on a mission to save their father from Meg, Sam, Dean and Ellie seek help from an old family friend.
*DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.
He was a man of interesting character. Morals came and went like chimes of a clock. Like the swinging pendulum attached to his left wrist.
Some claimed to have seen him stop in the middle of the sidewalk and watch it pull in one direction or another. He didn't follow it, in fact, a lot of the time he headed in the opposite direction.
One of the rumors that followed him, carried by hushed whispers and frowning lips. No one liked the story. Not that anyone could agree on the story. The basic plot or the details.
He murdered a family.
No, he sacrificed them to the gods of old.
No, no no, stupid. He simply found them like that. Except for the girl. She survived only to be strapped to an altar and bled like a goat.
They went on and on, sneering at his back. Some bravely turned him away at their door while others did their best to hide their insincerity. He might sacrifice them too.
Despite their malicious thoughts - all things he could hear - he continued forward. He did not correct them. He did not snap when his anger rose. They did not know.
They didn't see how the door swung, the partially broken hinges making a high pitched wail.
They didn't hear how the floorboards croaked under his boots like an army of dying toads.
They didn't smell the stench of death - a brutal death - that wafted out the door in one tsunami.
He wrapped his pendulum around his wrist, binding it with a piece of leather to keep it out of the way. Especially if a fight ensued. His gun was left holstered with his thumb hooked around it just in case.
It was dark. Too dark to really see anything and he was forced to stumble around the house until he tripped in the hallway.
A body. A man. Early 50's.
The man wasn't breathing. Not surprising considering the pool of blood that coated the floor around the corpse.
A day's old at best.
He left the man there, continuing to stumble around each space as the voices whispered details in his mind.
A woman blocked the stairs to the second floor. He did his best to move around her.
The last room he entered was an office. Here, he found one last body at the large window sill.
A young girl with her throat slashed so deep the blade came close to merely beheading her.
Small and limp, her hands wrapped around a sapling covered in splattered blood.
The plant was dying with no clear reason. The soil had been watered and fertilized recently, and the past week had been filled with sunshine.
He removed the glove to his left hand, the tattooed symbols already glowing. He moved his hand along her back, following the ridges of her spine. Up and down. Up and down.
A white flame emerged, not yet having left this realm, and burned into his palm. It grasped at his bare fingers until jumping into the dying plant.
Once he was sure it had settled, he carefully moved it onto an open pouch, noting the lively green returning to it.
He left the plant in the woods at dawn.
"Mother of Earth and of many names and faces. Seeker of peace and justice. Harbinger to humanity. Take this lonely orphan and nurture her whole."
He thought about it for months after, but he knew his plea had been heard. The wind told him so.
Summary: (Y/N) has a fight with her boyfriend and decides she needs to get away for the summer. She decides to visit an old friend from college. Staying with the Winchesters starts out fun until she starts to have feelings for one of them. By the end of summer, (Y/N) has an impossible decision to make rather to go back to her life of boredom or stay in her summer fantasy.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Fluff/Angst/Smut
Word Count: 3749
Prompt: “Baby, you’ll be my summer boyfriend”
A/N: This is part two of Summer Fantasy. You can find Part One Here. Please read the warnings as there is SMUT in this chapter. This is my first go writing smut (I’m super nervous about it) so if anyone has any suggestions for me to get better at it please feel free leave me a comment or send me a message. A big THANK YOU goes to @ladywinchester1967 for helping me through my smut writing anxiety. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are marvelous and I will love you particularly for them! Enjoy!
Mid-July
(Y/N) came out from the kitchen with the apple pie she had baked and sat it on the table in the library. She knew the guys would be home soon from their hunt and as always, she had a meal ready for them. She had cooked up some steaks, mash potatoes and corn with a salad for them. The last time she had talked with Sam, he said Dean was taking this hunt badly and she immediately began baking him a pie since that always made him smile. Once the brothers were back, they ate dinner making small talk about (Y/N)’s lesson plans she was working on for the upcoming school year and their hunt. After dinner Sam said goodnight to her as Dean had brought out a slice of pie. He set it down and pour two glasses of whiskey sliding one to (Y/N). She grabbed the glass taking a sip and he held out a fork for her. “Thought we could share this piece.” She looked up at him with a bewildered, “Are you sure you’re okay? Sharing your pie is kind of a red flag.” He chuckled as he took a bite, “You know what, you’re right. This pie is too good to share.” He started to drag the plate towards him when she set her fork on it, “Oh no pretty boy, you can’t take back your pie now.” He laughed as they sat there drinking whiskey and eating pie.
A bottle of whiskey later, (Y/N) was holding onto to Dean as they stumbled down the hall towards her room. Dean opened her door and helped her towards the bed. “Come on sweetheart, time for you to go to bed and sleep off the whiskey.” She giggled as she flopped onto the bed. She watched as Dean bent down taking off her shoes and socks. His hands felt rough against her feet and she wondered what they would feel like running up her legs. Grabbing his wrists, she guided his hands up her slender legs slowly. She let out a soft moan seeing his eyes snap up at her, “(Y/N), what are you doing?” he asked cautiously. “I was curious to see how your hands would feel on my legs.” She bit her bottom lip as she let go of him. He kept his hands on her thighs gripping them tighter as (Y/N) ran her fingers up his arms. “(Y/N) whatever you are thinking or feeling is probably just from the whiskey. You don’t want to do anything you would regret.” She looked up at his face concern all over it but it was his eyes. His eyes were clouded with desire. She could see it was taking everything within him not to react in order to protect her feelings. That was all she needed to fuel her own desire and react.
She leaned up pressing her lips to his. Her hands immediately going up into his soft hair and pulling at it. He was frozen for a moment and she felt his body tense up as she kissed his lips over and over. “Dean, I can assure you this is not just the whiskey. I want…” she paused moving her eyes down for a moment and looking back up into his eyes, “I need you to show me that these feelings aren’t just my imagination. I haven’t felt like this in years.” She knew she sounded needy and she was getting ready to pull away from him when she felt his hands on move up to her waist. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Dean leaned down his lips just above hers, “Are you sure?” he whispered. “Yes.” She said without a second thought. Dean’s lips were on hers in an instant and his hands lifted her further up the bed as he crawled on top of her. His weight on top of her was comforting and she wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer. His tongue ran across her lips immediately parting them. She could taste the mix of apples with whiskey and it was driving her crazy.
She pulled at his shirt and he pushed himself up for a moment so she could drag it over his head. Running her hands down his muscular chest and over his sides he started to chuckle quietly. She sighed contently as he left a trail of light kisses down to her collarbone. She sat up so he could take off her shirt tossing it behind him. She giggled as he smiled down at her as if he was a kid opening a Christmas present. Dean leaned up resting on his knees admiring her. (Y/N) did not feel self-conscious or embarrassed as he stared down at her. Something about the way his eyes traveled down her body made her feel appreciated and loved. (Y/N) brought her hands over her shorts and began unbuttoning them then she drew the zipper down. She watched Dean suck in his bottom lip under his teeth. He leaned down slightly as she lifted her hips for him to drag her shorts along with her panties down her legs. A low growl escaped his lips gazing down at her.
He chuckled as she impatiently discarded her bra and he removed his belt. She positioned herself up towards the head of the bed watching him pull out his wallet grabbing a foil packet tossing it on the nightstand. He let his jeans drop to the ground and kicked them away. Her breath caught in her throat as he truly was a sight to see under all the layers. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down his strong legs. A small gasp left her lips seeing him fully for the first time. She instinctively licked her lips and a cocky smile formed on his face. He climbed onto the bed and rested between her legs his hips pinning hers to the mattress. “That impressed, huh?” She nodded eagerly feeling his length against her core as his lips descended on her neck. Slowly dragging his firm body down hers, as he kissed his way to her breasts was causing a delicious friction between her legs. She arched her back as his mouth latched around her nipple feeling the tip of his tongue making slow circles around it, “Oh god…” she faintly moaned feeling him smile against her breast.
“Hmm, let’s see what you would like my mouth on.” His lips moved over to her other breast as her hips grinded against him needing some kind of pressure to ease her ache. “D-Dean.” She mumbled as his full lips left a trail of sloppy opening mouth kisses until he reached her hip bone. Dean ran his rough hands over the inside of her thigh and chuckled against her sensitive skin as she tried to wiggle away. “Tick-Tickles.” She said breathlessly. “Payback for tickling me earlier.” His voice came out raspy and deep sending chills throughout her body. “Oh!” she cried out as he ran one finger leisurely over her arousal. She felt the coil in her abdomen tighten with each touch and kiss. She glanced down seeing him lick his lips as he stared at her wetness. She watched him memorized as he leaned forward his hot breath against her and slowly running his tongue over her lips. She closed her eyes as her head fell back and she let out a breathless moan. With each pass of his tongue over her, he added more pressure and he puckered his lips over her clit sucking softly. Her body was wound tightly and Dean was holding her hips in place from her writhing.
“Dean… oh god, almost there…” she panted. His hand dropped from her hip and she felt the tip of one of his finger at her entrance. She bucked her hips up as much as she could, needing to feel something inside of her. The vibration from Dean’s groan sent an electric current straight to her core. His thick finger pushed in and instant relief flooded her. “Shit! Dean!” she yelled out never coming that quickly before. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her, adding a second one, building her up again. His lips and tongue working mercilessly over her clit leaving her a bumbling mess. Her hands raked through his hair pulling it gently. His growl resounded throughout her as he picked up the speed of his hand curling his fingers. Her body wound tightly and then she heard his husky voice. “Now, (Y/N).” he demanded and her body exploded in waves of pleasure overwhelming her senses, “Oh GOD!” She gripped the sheets riding out her second orgasm. He slowly ran his tongue over her a few times and kissed his way back up to her.
He was panting slightly as he reached over on the nightstand grabbing the packet and ripping it open with his teeth. She ran her hand down his soft stomach and over his length slowly stroking him. He nipped at her neck letting out a growl, “Keep that up and I won’t make it.” She turned her head slightly kissing his jaw. She let him go with one final slow caress as he quickly rolled the condom on securely. He posed himself right at her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. She let out a whimper and spread her fingers across his back. He bottomed out in her letting out his own grunt remaining still. She noticed his muscles strained underneath her fingers. She looked up seeing his eyes closed in concentration as his lips were pursed in a thin line. Slowly, he pulled almost all the way out and then back in. He was larger than any other man she had been with and filled her perfectly. Their bodies melded together as if they were two puzzle pieces. His torturous pace was driving her crazy as she tried to move her hips to get him to go faster. His body was completely covering hers as his arms were cradling her and his head was resting on her shoulder. The slow build was getting to her and she was desperate for a release.
“Dean, for the love of god I won’t break! Stop with the slow and steady, just give it to me already!” He pushed himself up pausing inside of her. She looked up at him breathless at his handsome face. His hair was unruly, jaw set in a strong line and cocky smirk plastered on his lip. “You mean,” he pulled out barely touching her entrance and then slammed back into her roughly, “like this?” he grunted as she let out yelp. “Talk. To. Me. (Y/N).” He repeated the same motion with each word. His thick length pulling out and slamming into her. “Yes Dean! God, just like that.” She shouted holding on tightly to his shoulders. He started to pick up his pace with each thrust and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “God, (Y/N)! Feels so good. Almost… there.” Sweat was dripping down his face as he kept his pace.
She could feel her own release on the edge and as he buried his head into the crook of her neck he gently bit the sensitive curve of her shoulder. “Shit Dean, I’m coming.” She cried out feeling the coil in her snap. She could feel Dean close to his own as he was repeating, “Shit. Shit. Shit.” As he came his body was slightly trembling. He snapped his hips against hers a few more times riding out his orgasm and she could feel his arms about to give out. “It’s okay, you can lay on top of me. I find it comforting to feel your weigh on top of me.” He did not say a word and gently pulled out of her resting his head on her chest. “Wow.” He finally whispered as she chuckled, “Uh, yeah. You could say that again.” He looked up at her grinning, “Wow.” She smacked his shoulder as he started laughing. They laid there in silence as he casually ran his fingers down her arm as she caressed his back. Soon, he got up cleaning himself off and putting his boxers back on. “Dean, could I have your shirt please?” He picked it up off the floor and handed it to her. It smelled like a mixture of whiskey and leather as she slipped it over her head. He climbed back into bed holding (Y/N) closely until they both fell asleep.
(Y/N) woke up to the sound of buzzing. She felt Dean’s arm securely around her waist as she reached for her phone. She rubbed her eyes clearing her morning blurriness seeing it was a message from Aiden. “I know you wanted me to leave you alone, but I wanted to share something I found while looking through some old boxes. I miss you.” (Y/N) looked at the picture he sent of the two of them at the Rocky Mountain National Park from four years ago. They were hugging and laughing as a friend of theirs had taken a picture of them. She looked fondly at the picture and the memories that came in her mind. She set the phone back down and turned in facing Dean.
His hair was down over his forehead and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Being around him and with him last night was effortless for her which was a new feeling for her, but was it something that would stay. She gently ran her fingers down his jaw and to his lips. They puckered kissing her fingertips and she smiled widely. Without opening his eyes he leaned over kissing her lips and bringing her closer to him. Resting his head against hers his hands went up into her hair massaging her head. She moaned against his lips feeling him smile. “Good morning gorgeous.” She opened her eyes seeing his stunning green eyes. “Morning handsome.” They snuggled together a little longer randomly kissing one another. It was the perfect morning after a perfect evening and yet (Y/N)’s mind was racing with thoughts.
First Week of August
“(Y/N), we’re back.” Dean yelled out as he and Sam walked down the Bunker stairs. He saw a note on the table with Sam’s name on it. As he read it he watched his brother’s face drop. “What does it say?” Dean asked as his got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. “It says she had to leave to go back to Kansas City and she thanked us for letting her stay with us for the summer. She mentions that she left you something on your bed.” Dean rushed off to his room flinging the door open. On his bed was a note and a small box gift wrapped. He opened the box as he sat down on his bed. Nestled in tissue paper was a picture frame with a picture of him and (Y/N) sitting on a blanket at his favorite spot. They had gone right before he left on this last hunting trip. She took the picture with her phone as she was leaning up against him. The frame had Summer Fantasy on it in bold bright letters. He set the frame and box down picking up her note.
“Dean, I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye to you in person. I told Aiden I would be back the first week of August so we could discuss what is to come of our relationship. I thought I would take the summer away from him to clear my head and refocus my priorities. I never imagine I would met a man like you and fall for you as quick as I did. I know you lead a crazy life that would scare anyone away from being a part of it. Being with you was as easy as breathing for me and that scares me. Falling for you was easy and that scared me. Knowing I wouldn’t have the strength to go back to KC if you were there to stop me scared me. I don’t know what is going to happen between Aiden and me. I am going to be honest about everything that happened this summer and see where everything falls. I want you to know that me leaving had nothing to do with you. Dean, you are such an amazing man. I could write a list of all the wonderful things I find in you but then you would get an even bigger ego that you don’t need. I wanted to leave you something to remember our summer together because Baby, you’ll be my summer boyfriend always. I love you Dean Winchester. Love, (Y/N)”
A Year Later
(Y/N) was sitting in her new apartment alone watching mindless tv. The last year had been difficult for her as she decided she could not stay with Aiden when her heart wanted to be with someone else. Even after she told him all about Dean, he stayed trying to make it work. After a month or so she knew it was over with them. She moved to an apartment closer to the community college and began living life on her own. Many times, over the last year, she had thought about going back to the Bunker and seeing Dean, but she could never bring herself to go. She knew she had hurt him by leaving without saying goodbye and she could not face him. She kept in contact with Sam emailing him every week and neither of them ever brought up Dean. While her career teaching was good well she was also getting ready to publish her first novel entitled ‘Summer Fantasy’.
She heard a knock on her door, getting up and answering it. “Hey (Y/N).” She stood there in shock staring into the olive-green eyes of Dean. “How did you find me?” she asked as he fidgeted with his jacket. “I may have threaten Sam to tell me.” He bit his bottom lip as she chuckled. “Um, well come in I guess.” She stepped out of the way as he walked into her apartment. He looked around her living room standing nervously in the middle of it. “Would you like something to drink? I have beer, soda, water.” He nodded, “Beer would be great.” She grabbed two of them and walked over to him. “Have a seat. My couch won’t bite.” He took a bottle from her and laughed softly. She let her eyes travel the length of his body as he took off his jacket laying it on the arm of the couch. Even with the obvious tense brewing between them she did not feel uncomfortable sitting with him in silence. They both took a drink from their beers.
“Dean, you must be here for a reason other than to watch tv with me and drink beer.” He smirked setting his bottle down. “I don’t know Dr. Sexy M.D. is one of my favorite shows. Just don’t tell Sam.” She laughed turning towards him, “Your secret is safe with me.” He mirrored her position and looked down at his hands. “I wanted to see you. I didn’t intent on actually talking with you. I figured stalking from a safe distance was a good option since I never heard from you. I couldn’t be this close and not see you though. Make sure you were okay and happy.” She sighed as he looked up at her. “That would depended on your definition of okay and happy. I’m…” she paused trying to think of the right word to use, “content, I guess.” Dean puckered his lips together and let out a sigh. She felt the familiar draw to be closer to him. “So, what happened with Aiden?” he asked as her stomach dropped slightly.
“We tried to make it work but it didn’t.” He nodded looking anywhere but at her. His body was tense and his fist were clenched on his lap. “Why not?” She started chuckling, “I feel like I’m back in high school.” He looked up at her with frustration crossing his features. “Maybe, I should just leave.” He said getting up but she reached up grabbing his hand. “It didn’t work because I broke things off with him. I couldn’t be with him when I wanted to be with someone else.” He looked down at her as she let go of his hand. “How long after you left?” There was an edge to his voice that made her nervous, “A month.” He scoffed as he began to pace, “A month?!” She nodded as he ran his hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you come back then? Or call me? Something!” He shouted as she stood up walking towards him. “I wanted too, Dean. I wanted to run back to you the moment I left Aiden.” She felt the tears she was trying to keep back falling down her cheeks.
“I couldn’t face you. I didn’t have it in me to see the hurt I caused you. To see how I’m hurting right now is killing me, Dean.” He shook his head as he turned away from her. She could not take any more and she closed the distant between them wrapping her arms around his waist resting her head on his back. She felt him take a deep breath in, “(Y/N) I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day. I must have read your note a million times. Each time, was harder than the last knowing I loved you and not being able to be with you.” She was now crying softly as he turned around in her arms. He lifted her head looking in her tear filled eyes. His hands went to either side of her face wiping her tears away. “Dean, I…” Looking into his eyes seeing all his emotions was all she needed to push herself up pressing her lips to his. He slid his hands down under her thighs lifting her legs around his waist and pinning her against the nearest wall. She wrapped her arms firmly around his neck as he pulled away from her. “I don’t care how we make this work as long as we do. Deal?” She smiled widely at him and nodded, “Deal. Now, take me to my bedroom and show me how much you love me, handsome.” His smiled took her breath away as he kissed her passionately.
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Requested by @animenerdz1819: Hispanic plus size reader and castiel are going on a blind date because of a friend they both know set them up then before meeting reader gets picked on by girls for her curves or a guy trying to grab at her and the date comes & helps reader and find out they are the blind date and hit it off? Smut and fluff? Thigh riding too? Blindfolds or dominant reader please?
Pairing: Hispanic plus sized reader x Castiel
Warning(s): mention of NSFW, 18+only, mention of physical violence, mention of slight bondage and dominance
Word count: 625
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-It had been a while since you had gone on a blind date. You were single and enjoying the single life when a close friend suggested to set you up with someone you’d like. The way your close friend described your date made you so excited and you told her that you wanted to meet the guy as soon as possible
-A few days later, it was finally time to go on the date. You were walking down the streets as the sun had just went down. The streetlights lit the way to restaurant where you were supposed to meet your date
-You were about to cross the street when a rough hand latched onto your wrist and turned you around. You gasped when you saw a stranger man smirking at you while his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Panic instantly rushed through your body as you knew that look
-You tried to defend yourself but the creep was stronger than you and began dragging you to a quiet corner. All you could do was scream at the top of your lungs while praying that someone would hear you
-Suddenly, another handsome man appeared and glared at the creep who was still holding you in his arms. “Let her go” was all the handsome stranger said and stepped forwards when the creep laughed and tightened his hold on you, making you hiss in pain
-The following seconds went by so quick as the handsome stranger somehow was able to get the creep away from you before beating him up. The creep groaned in pain before the handsome one blew one last hard punch to his face before he blacked out
-“Are you alright?” you slowly nodded your head as you still were in shock of what just happened. “I’m Castiel” Castiel introduced with a smile and you instantly felt yourself calming down. “Wait” you spoke up, a smile slowly crept onto your face as you realized that he was your blind date
-“I’m [Y/N]!” We’re supposed to meet in a few minutes you introduced yourself. Castiel smiled “Well, it’s nice meeting you [Y/N], although I wished that you hadn’t have to go through that” said while pointing at the unconscious creep lying on the ground
-You sighed before Castiel led across the street and into the restaurant. The two of you ended up talking and laughing for hours as you discovered that you had so much in common. Castiel was such a gentleman and always kept you smiling with his crazy and funny stories
-The date ended with him walking you back to your apartment. When the two of you arrived at your front door, you leaned in and kissed him. Castiel instantly gave into the kiss and wrapped his strong arms around your waist while you fiddled with the door before opening it and walking backwards into your house
-The second the two of you were inside, the atmosphere changed along with your demeanor. “Let’s go the bedroom” you instructed to which Castiel groaned and nodded his head before following you to your bedroom
-It didn’t take long for you to discover that he was submissive and gladly did everything you ordered him to do. You blindfolded him and tied his hands to the headboard with his tie before you rode him
-Your moans and groans echoed through the whole room as you continued bouncing on Castiel’s lap. He loved every second of it and moaned your name when you reached your high, you whimpered his name when he reached his own high before you slowly rolled off him
-You weakly untied his hands and removed the blindfold from his eyes before cuddling onto him and falling asleep in his strong arms
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i hate that i can never really see Lisa in the hunting world or Dean retiring so most of the time I see what the show freakin does with them im just “there’s not fix it here. LIke they’re cute. I like this thing they’re doing with getting them together but it will end and messy” and kinda grudgingly accept it as I make this face:
